“A girl, ducky.”
“Sure. I’m cracked already on ’em all.”
“The one I mean is named Nemesis and she’ll knock your silly head off.... Like that child upstairs, for example.”
“She’s got a Greek name, too. I’d better remember to ‘fear the Greeks’—yes?”
“Little Eris could double you up.”
“Wh-at?”
“I don’t mean Eris in particular, dear friend. But one of her species.”
“What’s her species?”
“You, a writer!—and you haven’t even doped her out!”
“I have, however,” he contradicted her tranquilly.